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Originally Posted by Victor My cat just regurgitated some of the horse meat on the floor with a furball. |
And the rest that didn't get thown up by my cat has been left in the litter box, burried, dried up, and then dutifully scooped up by me with a small slotted shovel and placed in a bag, put in a can and set by the curbside, pickup by a man in an orange jumpsuit, squeeezed even smaller by a hydraulic ram on a truck and toured all over the city before being dumped into a huge pile to fester for weeks and then at last driven by trucks to be permanently piled incredibly high somewhere near cfaustus' back yard where it will rest for several millenia and eventually turn to stone unless it is first excavated in a few thousand years by ambitious alien archeologists eager to understand how a culture such as ours could thrive for so long with such unsportsmanlike conduct being so rampant at what appears to have been some kind of bizarre quadrenniale competative ritual combat event, causing them to correctly conclude that this behavior was indeed most likely the single prevaling cause for the end of human civilization on planet earth.
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